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November 15, 2006
I Love Coffee, I Love Tea...
Which is a good thing, because at the pace I'm running right now and with the amount of sleep I'm getting, caffeine is the only reason I'm still upright. Part of that--okay, all of it--is my own stupid fault for committing to so many things all at once. But how was I to know that four classes is so much more work than three? Or that I would be shadowing an instructor so I can take her classes in the spring? Or that I would be taking half of one of the beginning acting classes one day a week so all of the students could work their monologues more than if all 17 of them had to stay in the same room? Or that my novel would take such a turn for the Stupid?
None of that was predictable when I said I'd teach four comm classes this semester. Hell, when I agreed to teach four comm classes plus supervise & train the incoming GTAs (Graduate Teaching Assistants), I thought I had a shot at a small role in a comedy that opens after Thanksgiving playing someone's stroked-out mother. Linda was a faraway wish, and certainly not something that would turn into such a lovely reality.
Last August, I fully expected this fall to be as bleak as last fall was. No art, no job, no acting, no friends, no prospects. With only my novel to look forward to. (Well, that and Kieran, who I knew would brighten up October.)
So none of that stuff that is now consuming my days was expected. Or at least not expected to be quite such a big part of my life. The part that should have been expected was the amount of time the Artist Trading Card swaps I just signed up for would take. That's where it's-my-own-damn-fault-and-I should-stop-complaining-now takes over. Because I signed up for two swaps. Against my better judgement. Two themed swaps, which meant I had to make new cards.
Nine new cards. Not photography. Though now that I think of it, I could have figured out a way...
One swap runs 11/10-11/30 (six cards). The other, 11/15-12/1 (three cards). Guess which one I started first. Yeah. Not the one that begins and ends first and has more to do. Nope. I got them confused, and did the smaller, later bunch first. Those cards are ready to go and all I have to do is wait for the swap to start so I can get my recipient's name and send them off. Oh. That's today. Fantastic. I'll just fit the post office trip in somewhere around, well, hmmm... Looks like I'll be sending them out tomorrow. No. Friday. I'll definitely send them on Friday. Which is the first day I'm not committed to being somewhere during business hours since last Friday. Okay then.
By they way, here they are. The theme was Coffee. That's it. I decided that coffee should be one of the materials used in construction. Media for these, then are coffee, ink, glitter, paper, ribbon and metal on watercolor paper. I have to say, they look so much better in person, when you can tip and tilt them to see the glitter glitter.
Awash in Java
Jitters
Coffee Olympics: Bronze
Posted by sally at November 15, 2006 08:02 AM
Comments
Those cards a beautiful, and not even in a hand crafty kind of way, but genuinely in a you have mad talent kind of way.
Now I want coffee.
Or lobster.
I think I want lobster more, but you know, my cravings are always a bit odd.
Posted by: Desiree at November 16, 2006 11:28 AM
Well thank you. I had a lot of fun doing them.
Just out of curiosity, why lobster?
Posted by: Sallyacious at November 16, 2006 01:02 PM
When I think of coffee I think of good coffee, in a low lit restuarant with a view, as an after dinner sort of thing. When I think of low lit restaurants with views I think of San Francisco. When I think of SF I think of seafood. When I think of seafood I think "Damn I want me some lobster"
And now you have me thinking of it again. MMMMMM lobster.
Posted by: Desiree at November 17, 2006 04:30 PM
That rocks. I love that you get from engine to caboose. You follow your train of thought completely. Plus, now whenever you think of me, you'll think of lobster. Bonus.
Posted by: Sallyacious at November 17, 2006 06:04 PM
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